Stacie B:
Francesca told me about the procedure you've been kicking around.
Me:
Oh, she did...she wasn't supposed to talk about it to anyone.
Stacie B:
Relax, it came out in conversation.
Me:
I see...
Stacie B:
She said it treats the sadness.
Me:
That, and poor vision.
Stacie B:
I see....
Me:
You see
Stacie B:
Can I ask you something then?
Me:
Shoot.
Stacie B:
Can you do the procedure on me?
Me:
I would like that. But I think that would change things.
Stacie B:
Not necessarily.
Me:
What about when my finger-pads touch your skin, or when I've raveled your black hair,or when I've disassembled your wrist-bones , and detached your legs?
Stacie B:
Well, it wouldn't change things _that_ much.
